Tonight I had myself a Rooney Reunion.
Rooney belongs to Canine Partners of the Rockies. He will turn two in a few weeks. When he grows up, he wants to be a mobility dog, or perhaps an autism dog.
Rooney should have moved into advanced training a few months ago. However, because of COVID, his training has been delayed a little. He's still hanging out with me.
Or at least most of the time he is hanging out with me. One week a month, Rooney goes on a stay-cation with another puppy raiser. The idea is that he gets used to being handled by other people, and also other living situations.
Last Saturday, Rooney went to his training class with me, but left with Amy. I cried when I packed his things, and I cried when said goodbye to him. On Wednesday, I went to the CAPR office to return Buck, (he of slumber party fame), and Amy was volunteering. I was more than a little surprised to see my Sweet Roo. I cuddled with him for a few minutes, then left. I cried again. Rooney is my buddy.
Tonight, I got to pick Rooney up. I thought he would be happy to see me, but he really wasn't.
He got into the car and laid down in the back. I talked to him all the way home, but he barely responded. Maybe he's mad at me, I thought, for leaving him.
And then we got home. He went out in the backyard and sniffed around, then came in and ate dinner and tried to go to sleep. Galaxy was very happy to see his buddy, and just wanted to play. Rooney growled and refused.
And put himself to bed in his kennel.
He's still there.
I hope tomorrow Rooney will be ready for a reunion.
I have missed him.